Chapter 1303

Amidst the vast expanse of mist before the main entrance of the palace, besides the large number of ghost soldiers that could be seen everywhere, there were two extremely tall and stalwart Ghost Generals that held weapons in their hands as they stood there loftily.

Even though one of them had a human body, he had the head of an extremely enormous and savage bull. His body was covered in thick black iron armor, and his hand held a wrought iron rod that was engraved with ghost markings of skulls. Half of it was crimson red, the other was dark blue, and it seemed as if water and fire were born together.

The other was similarly a human body, yet he had a narrow and ugly horse-like face. He wore a scarlet colored heavy armor, and he held a string of red colored crystal chains in one hand and a ghastly white Skinning Ghost Claw in the other, and it seemed to be tainted with some black colored bloodstains.

These two people stood motionlessly before the entrance like two statues, yet it caused the originally gloomy hall to seem even more ghastly, and it seemed like the hall of the King of Hell in the netherworld of legend.

But there wasn't a plaque hanging on the lintel of the hall's entrance, and the two enormous doors were closed tightly.

At this moment, there was an enormous underground space that was extremely deep beneath the palace. Bonfires were lit up everywhere within the space, and it illuminated every single corner of the space.

At the center of the underground space was a hexagonal stone platform that was an entire 3km in circumference. It was less than a meter above the ground, and it was completely smooth like a mirror, seeming to be formed by nature. At the center of the platform was a hexagonal pool that was sunken inwards, and the pool was filled with dark red liquid.

Right above the pool was a ball of dark red light that was like strands of light that coiled around layer upon layer, and an enormous hexagonal wheel floated in midair at the center.

The wheel was inscribed with various talisman markings that emitted waves of strange fluctuations, and it even emitted a strange aura that seemed to be connected with the heavens and the earth, causing one to feel boundlessly tiny just by standing before it.

At this moment, at the edge of the pool and facing the hexagonal wheel stood a tall black robed man. He wore a bamboo hat on his head, and a black veil hung down to completely conceal his face.

However, even more strange was that the aura of this man was clearly restrained and seemed to be ordinary, yet he was like a towering mountain as he stood there, and his imposing aura actually suppressed the hexagonal wheel.

The man in the bamboo hat nodded slightly, his black veil sticking to his chest. He seemed to be deep in thought.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from afar. A beautiful, fair-skinned woman in a black dress was holding the hand of a beautiful woman in a blue palace dress. They stepped onto the stone platform and slowly walked over.

The lady in the black dress was none other than Jiao San.

She was extremely beautiful, but the woman in the palace dress was even more beautiful than her. She was none other than the woman called "Ru Shuang" by the people of the Samsara Hall.

If Han Li were here, he would naturally not agree with this. This was because this "Ru Shuang" was exactly the same as Nangong Wan. In fact, she was indeed Nangong Wan.

Jiao San held her hand and felt that her skin was smooth but slightly cold. It was a stark contrast to her burning hand.

Compared to the heat in her hand, Jiao San was even more confused. She frowned slightly and her expression was grave. She could not help but steal glances at Ru Shuang from time to time.

Ever since she knew that Ru Shuang was her mother, Jiao San could not look at her the same way she used to. However, Ru Shuang's Spirit was incomplete, so she did not notice her observation. She just calmly followed her to the center of the stone platform.

"Hall Master."

Jiao San let go of Ru Shuang's hand and bowed to the man in the bamboo hat.

Ru Shuang did the same.

"Go in," the Samsara Hall Master said as he turned around and looked at the two of them.

Hearing this, Jiao San held Ru Shuang's hand and walked to the side of the pool.

Ru Shuang hesitated for a moment and looked at Jiao San.

Jiao San smiled warmly at her and gestured for her to walk into the pool.

Ru Shuang lifted the hem of her dress and walked step by step towards the center of the pool.

The water in the pool was not very deep. When she reached the center, it was only at her chest level.

However, just as she stood still and was about to turn around to look at Jiao San, she suddenly felt dizzy. Her body fell backwards and she fainted.

Jiao San saw her fall backwards and float on the surface of the water. He did not look surprised, as if he already knew about it. However, there was still some doubt in his eyes.

"Hall Master, why did you ask me to bring … my mother here?

Why does my mother have no memory of me and doesn't know that we are mother and daughter? "Jiao San frowned and could not help but ask.

"Your mother doesn't remember you because she has already reincarnated once. Naturally, she has no memory of you," the Samsara Hall Master said.

"What do you mean by reincarnated once?" Jiao San asked.

"What I mean is … she was your real mother in her previous life. Her name was' Gan Ru Shuang '.

In this life, her surname is Nangong and her name is Wan.

If you want her to remember you, you must help her regain her memory of her previous life, "the Samsara Hall Master said slowly after a moment of silence.

When Jiao San heard the name 'Nangong Wan', he found it pleasing to the ear. However, he did not pay much attention to it. He asked, "Gan Ru Shuang … My name is Gan Jiuzhen. Do I follow my mother's surname?"

Countless questions popped up in her mind. Why did her mother die in her previous life?

Where was her father?

Was her mother, who had already reincarnated once, still her mother?

In the end, she could only ask one question, "Why can't I remember my mother?"

"The day your mother passed away in her previous life was the day you were born.

You only saw her once when you were born. How could you have any memory of her? "the Samsara Hall Master said.

"Did my mother die because of me?" Jiao San felt a chill run down her spine.

"No," the Samsara Hall Master said firmly.

"But my mother …"

"Jiuzhen, you ask too many questions. Let's wait until she regains her memory," the Samsara Hall Master said coldly, interrupting her.

Hearing this, Jiao San fell silent. He stood aside and stared at the figure in the pool.

The Samsara Hall Master put his hands together in front of him and started chanting. He began to form a Dharma Seal.

His robe billowed without any wind and his body rippled with dark red Dharma Laws. He pointed at the Hexagonal Roulette in the sky and a solid red beam of light hit the roulette.

Then, with a whistling sound, the Hexagonal Roulette started to spin faster and faster.

The red halo surrounding Nangong Wan was also driven by the rotating force, and a straight red light shone down from above, enveloping Nangong Wan's body.

Nangong Wan, who was in the red light, frowned slightly. Her eyes rolled back and forth, as if she had fallen into an intense dream.

But very quickly, she stopped moving, but her whole body began to sink slowly, and finally submerged into the pool.

…

In the middle of the Yellow Springs Marsh, a wall of blood-red clouds blotted out the sky. The original canyon no longer existed. Han Li and the others felt as if they were traversing through a cave in the valley. Even the sky above them was interweaving with blood-red clouds.

"Once we get out of this area, we will not be far from the center of the lake," the Ghost Witch said.

Han Li nodded but did not reply.

Their journey had been smooth. They had almost been swept away by the Positive and Negative Whirlwinds twice, but they had survived. This showed that there was no problem with the hidden waterway that the Ghost Witch mentioned.

About an hour later, the bamboo boat flew out from under a swirling whirlwind. The water area in front of them suddenly opened up. Within a radius of nearly a thousand miles, not only were the blood-red clouds nowhere to be seen, even the whirlwind was gone.

"Strange, why is there a Calm Belt here?" the Ghost Witch asked in surprise.

"Isn't it a good thing that there is no wind?" the Weeping Soul asked.

"Not necessarily.

The appearance of a Calm Belt here means that there has been a change in our predicted path. If there is no wind here, the waterway that we can pass may not be windless.

If the original path is blocked, we will be trapped in this Great Pond. "Han Li shook his head and said.

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed slightly. He turned his gaze to the Blood Cloud Wall on the other side.

He saw that the Cloud Wall that was originally relatively still suddenly moved and surged toward the Calm Belt.

Immediately after, an incomparably huge shadow appeared behind the Cloud Wall.

"This is …" the Ghost Witch's expression changed, and he murmured.

The Weeping Soul's Divine Thought moved, but a strange look flashed in its eyes.

As the Blood Cloud Wall churned, a huge black beast that looked like a crocodile turtle flew close to the surface of the lake at a low altitude.

Han Li frowned and looked at it. There were four huge beast fins that looked like cattail leaf fans under its body. As they flapped up and down, a layer of black whirlwind blew out, forming a special flow of air between its huge body and the surface of the Great Pond, lifting its body into the air.

"What kind of beast is this? It is not affected by the positive and negative whirlwind?" the Weeping Soul asked.

"Impossible, the Nether Turtle has been extinct for hundreds of thousands of years. How can it appear again?" the Ghost Witch said with a face full of shock and disbelief.

"There are people on it," Han Li said with a focused gaze.

The Ghost Witch and the Weeping Soul heard this and hurriedly looked in that direction. They saw seven or eight figures standing on the back of the giant turtle.

The person in the lead was abnormally tall and wore a grey robe. Inside the robe was a white skeleton that was as smooth as jade. There was a layer of faintly discernible white airflow lingering around his body, and his whole body emitted a powerful aura.

Slightly behind the white skeleton was a headless man who was ten meters tall. His entire body was blood red, and his eyes were his nipples. He held a giant blood-colored axe in one hand. It was Xue Li.

There were a few people standing behind Xue Li. Among them was the ghost soldier leader who had led the ghosts to chase after Han Li and the others, Yin Luo.

When Han Li saw them, these people also noticed Han Li.

A harsh light flashed through Xue Li's eyes. With a leap, he flew high into the sky. The huge axe in his hand spun and chopped down toward Han Li's head.